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I’m so sorry for not being here. :(

Life got crazy at some point, and I kept postponing the replies because I had to...and now I feel kinda lost here.

Like hello what is this place?

I don’t want to abandon this blog, but I feel like I already have.

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Send me “Can’t sleep?” to have a tired conversation with my muse in the middle of the night.

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Put a “Tell me" in my ask and my character will answer…

If you snuck into my room I would:

[] Go back to sleep

[] Kick you out

[] Cuddle with you

[] Be like “How in the world?”

[] Let you sleep on the floor

[] Become angry

If you kissed me (or hugged, depending upon character/gender) I would:

[] Kiss or hug you back

[] Smile and laugh

[] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable

[] Push you away

[] Be shocked

[] Strike you

If you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:

[] No

[] Yes

[] Most certainly not.

[] Without hesitation.

You are:

[] Cute

[] Adorable

[] Attractive

[] Beautiful

[] Okay

[] Ugly

[] Am not going to grace this with an answer You are to me a: [] Stranger [] Acquaintance [] Ally [] Friend [] Love [] Rival [] Enemy I find you to be: [] Pathetic [] Off no consequence [] Intriguing [] Frightening [] Unsettling [] Annoying [] Infuriating [] Pleasant company [] Comforting []  Unable to be lived without [] Trustworthy

(- Based of askboxmemes’s post.)

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Day off tomorrow, yay!

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RULES: USE THIS TO PIXEL YOURSELF AND YOUR MUSE

(REPOST! DO NOT REBLOG.)

Dolores:

Sanja:

Tagged by: @boltsandashes

Tagging: @professoriisms @lifexafter and everyone else :)

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professoriisms:

“Well, it’s a name that I chose. Something that is kinda like a tradition of my people,” he told her. He wanted to continue it.

He looked back at her. He could tell that she was having difficulty believing him, or she was having trouble deciding what she want.  He wanted to make sure that whatever she decided, he would still be with her. “It’s alright if you don’t want too. I thought I’d suggest it to you, anyway.”

“Huh,” Dolores exclaimed, thinking about her own name. If her parents hadn’t given her a name that basically means pain, maybe her life would’ve been different. Maybe names laid a certain claim onto fragments of one’s path, changing the path itself, without influencing the final outcome. Maybe that’s why he called himself The Professor. 

“Don’t want what? To go?” she asked, lost in thought. “No, I do. There’s just things I must do first, and I’d appreciate some company. If you have no other thing to do or a place to be, that is.” 

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lifexafter: 

Sophia took a small step back and eyed Dolores’ held out hand and though she knew that clasping hands was a common way of greeting, or well it used to be common, she didn’t offer hers in return. She didn’t like to be touched or to be made to touch other people. Besides that, she didn’t know this woman enough to know that she wouldn’t try something should she get a hold of her.

“I didn’t get separated. I left,” She answered, speaking a small truth to avoid revealing the big one. Should Dolores worry about her group? Yes. Should she tell her the danger she was placing herself in by just being near her? Yes. Was she going to? No. Because there was an offer of a safe place and food and at that moment that was more important to Sophia, for the unborn child she carried, then Dolores or her people were.

“Oh, okay,” Dolores mumbled, the gesture suddenly feeling kinda ridiculous. “Old habbits die hard,” she added with a chuckle, pulling back her hand.

Her eyebrows furrowed hearing Sophia’s answer, ‘cause what kind of people were those, if a pregnant girl felt safer out by herself than with them? 

“Why’d you leave?” All things considered, it was an obvious question to be asked, and Dolores needed an honest answer, for she was about to bring the girl to a comunity of people she cared about. And she didn’t care if the people she was with before were bad, or dangerous, it’d be just a reason more to try and help her. 

“The truth, please. I promise it won’t make me change my mind.”

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RULES : TAG FOLLOWERS YOU WANT TO KNOW BETTER !

TAGGED BY: @boltsandashes  TAGGING:  everyone and all, I have no idea who did or didn’t do it, since I was gone for a while :)

NAME: Sanja STAR SIGN: Leo HEIGHT: 5′4′’ PUT YOUR SPOTIFY MUSIC ON SHUFFLE. WHAT ARE THE FIRST 6 SONGS THAT POPPED UP? Spotify isn’t even available in my country, I recently changed my phone and I still have no music on it, so I guess youtube playlist :) 

No Buses - Arctic Monkeys

Ohne Dich - Rammstein

Art Deco - Lana Del Rey

Do Me A Favour - Arctic Monkeys

Where is My Mind - Placebo

Carry You - Ruelle ft. Fleurie

EVER HAD A POEM OR SONG WRITTEN ABOUT YOU? Actually, yes. It’s a funny story, mostly about my first boyfriend and his love of hip hop. He actually sang it too. Ahh, good old times. :’D 

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU PLAYED AIR GUITAR? IDK, kid makes me do it every now and then.

WHO IS YOUR CELEBRITY CRUSH? Good thing you didn’t ask about the endless list of my fictional crushes!  When it comes to celebrities, I guess Tom Hiddleston.

WHAT’S A SOUND YOU HATE; SOUND YOU LOVE? Teeth shrieking!  I love when it rains, and I love the sound of the sea.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS? I’m not sure, kinda do, I guess.  HOW ABOUT ALIENS? Yas. DO YOU DRIVE? Yes, I do! IF SO, HAVE YOU EVER CRASHED? No. I almost hit a tractor once, though.  WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ? I have no idea (too many fics to read, okay?) DO YOU LIKE THE SMELL OF GASOLINE?  Yap WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU SAW? The Ruins WHAT’S THE WORST INJURY YOU’VE EVER HAD? Broke my left arm once, guess that was the worst. I convinced everyone it’s not broken, and they believed it, until I woke up with my arm all swollen the morning after.  DO YOU HAVE ANY OBSESSIONS RIGHT NOW? I always have obsessions. Too many. DO YOU TEND TO HOLD GRUDGES AGAINST PEOPLE WHO HAVE DONE YOU WRONG? I’m a forgiving person, but I will rarely forget. So, if they dare to repeat it, we’re probably done.  IN A RELATIONSHIP? married :)

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boltsandashes:

It wasn’t anything like Daryl’s own story, but the pain of it was familiar. That confused tug of love and resentment. Never having enough time… and not knowing what the hell you’d do with it if you’d had it.

He took a few minutes, letting her words settle while he steered down the road and into the post-dawn light. He could just let it go, let her shrug the words off like she seemed to want to, but he’d been through enough shit with his own family, and he knew what it was like to feel like you were out of it and find yourself suddenly staring it in the face again.

“Blood ain’t ever been about makin’ life easy for each other,” he said, finally. “You put each other through hell, damn near wish each other were dead most days… and you go right on lovin’ each other anyway.”

His thoughts were on Merle more than his father. The one who’d looked after him, then abandoned him, and then come back into to look after him again once they’d both been older. Sure, he’d been shit at it, and Daryl’d ended up bailing Merle out of trouble more than the other way around, but he’d tried in his own way. It hadn’t been his job, and he sure as hell hadn’t asked for it, and they’d cursed each other and turned their backs on each other more than times than Daryl could count through their lifetimes, but at the end of the day there wasn’t a damn thing they wouldn’t have done for each other.

“You didn’t have to apologize.” He cleared his throat, shrugging. “Things like that… they know. She knew.”

Dolores didn't think so - the two were never close enough to just know, if they were, things would've been different, apologies wouldn’t have been necessary. She appreciated the words nonetheless. But it was the other thing he said that got her attention - “Blood ain’t ever been about makin’ life easy for each other.” What was it about, then? Okay, easy might've not been the best choice of a word, 'cause life's never easy, but ain't blood about making it livable? A little spark of joy, that feeling of belonging somewhere, being someone’s? Something she had, then lost far too soon in life. It was a feeling she pursued ever since - thought she had found it, only to lose it once more, never quite managing to find it again after. And it wasn’t perfect, it was so very far from perfect, but it was safe, it was home. 

Maybe Daryl was right, and maybe she was lucky enough to get a glimpse into an exception, one that proves the rule. Though she lost it, having it meant the world. Daryl, on the other hand - his words made her believe he never had it. Should've. But life was rarely fair.

"I'm sorry," she finally said, offering a smile, knowing she was sorry, not sure what for. The fact he was never loved the way he should’ve been, maybe? ‘Cause there aren’t many things worse than being treated badly by those who should’ve loved you most. Or was she sorry for burdening him with her story, while he was obviously burdened enough as is? She shrugged.

 “And thank you.” 

A thank you that pleaded to be said - for listening, or just being there, or all the other things. Eyes shifting from her companion back to the road ahead, she chuckled, the invading memories, suddenly less heavy, being interrupted by the roaring sound of her body aching for food. 

“Hey, you hungry?” 

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I’m back! I think... :)

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professoriisms:

So many questions. And hopefully, he had the answers for her. “Back at my ship, I can isolate the fissures,” he explained, though he did have an idea that the fissures and the zombie problem were related. Maybe something had fallen through a fissure and landed here?

“Magic is all about emotion, not something intellectual thing. You have to ask yourself why you’re doing it. And you must feel it. Especially in your veins,” he told her, and placed his hand on hers. “I’m known as the Professor, by the way.”

"The Professor? That's not an actual name, you know?" Dolores said with a chuckle, staring at him with eyebrows raised. "If you didn't want to tell me your name, you could've just said so."

Though it made her curious, The Professor. What kind? Was he an actual professor? He seemed so otherwordly, what with the things he'd say, or things he could do. Magic didn't exist, yet she saw him do it. And maybe she would've had way more trouble accepting it, if they wouldn't have lived in a world of the walking dead. But right now, whatever he told her, she would hardly have trouble believing it. The world went crazy, so who’d care if she goes crazy too? 

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Guys! I’m so sorry for not being around these days, life’s been crazy between work, re-decorating (or whatever it is that we’re doing with the living room and kitchen and bathroom, the whole house’s a goddamn mess) and my kiddo being sick now... I’m exhausted and I promise to be here as soon as I can!

Love u all!

S.

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boltsandashes:

The mood dropped and Daryl wasn’t sure of the reason, girl rolling tight like Daryl loosening up was pushing all his tension into her. It was gonna be a hell of a long car ride with her nerves ratcheting like this the whole time, a good two hours at least still ahead of them.

She was still trying though, and Daryl snorted faintly.

“Should set something like that up back at Sanctuary. Let everyone get some tension out without beatin’ the hell out of each other.” He shot a half-smile her way, then turned his eyes back to the road. Rapped his fingers over the wheel. “Look, I know it’s gonna be rough goin’ back. You don’t gotta come if you ain’t up for it. Can tell me where to go, what to look for. Can drop you off somewhere, pick you up on the way back.”

"Nah, I'm fine. Just a little meh," she said and shook her head, unable to find an actual word that’d fit, a small, melancholic smile curving her lips.

"I mean, I don't really care about this place. Never did. It just kinda shook me up that the world ended and I was too late to apologize. It's stupid, really, because I wasn't the only one acting like an asshole.  My parents died when I was twelve, you know? Both of them. Drunk driver. One moment they were there and then just poof - gone. I was a kid, I lost everything that mattered to me,” she paused, took a gulp and a deep breath, eyes turning watery. “I got thrown into a new town, new school, new every fucking thing. My parents were dead, my friends gone, and the only person I had kept acting like I was an inconvenience. So in return, I was an asshole. It took me years to realize my aunt acted the way she did because it fucked her up, too. I was just thrown at her, made a mess of her life. If she'd wanted a kid, she would've had one...but with me, she was robbed of her right to make a choice, and she was angry."

Had the right to be. But Dolores knew it was stupid to feel bad about it, none of it being her fault. All the troubles that were truly caused by her could've been put under control in a heartbeat, if only given a hint of understanding. A pinch of love, maybe. She was a kid, but her aunt wasn't one, she should've known better.

Those were the things Dolores knew - but knowing something was one thing, making peace with it another. 

Finally putting it into words helped, though, for once her thoughts were out, it made the whole thing sound utterly irrelevant. "I know it's stupid. It seems even more stupid now that I've said it." 

Gaze resting on Daryl, Dolores smiled again, her smile more playful now, all the tension somehow dispensing, beaten by words said out loud. It never ceased to amaze her how much power words possessed, and how helpful a listening ear could be. And Daryl, though quiet, with eyes fixed on the road, was listening. "Anyway," she ended her little monologue, "there's no way in hell you're getting rid of me. I’m done whining now."

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professoriisms:

He looked over at her. He didn’t want to disappoint her. She did seem sweet, and he didn’t want to disappoint her. He could tell she didn’t want to be disappointed.

“To get you intuned with magic, of course,” he answered her. “Storybrooke is the only place on Earth where there is magic. Where you can use magic. There are exceptions though. Like me and some rings that I have developed, of course.” He looked over at Dolores again, hoping she understood.

“I can teach you magic. I just have to get is accustomed to you first, so you can wear a ring. Would you be up for that?”

A quick nod, before she could even think it through, surprised even Dolores herself. Sure she'd be up for that, but there were things she needed to do first. Things she came here for in the first place. 

"Umm, yeah. Sure," she confirmed hastily, before she paused, wondering if he'd be up for coming with her. "But there's a thing I need to do first. A place I must visit, actually. Also, what about all that time stuff you were talking about? Shouldn't you solve that before? And you still didn't answer the how part." 

Eyes darted back to him, as a thought came by - she would've gone with him, without even asking for his name. Not that it mattered much, but still, needed a name to go with the face. She chuckled silently before she asked the question - "Hey, what's your name? I never asked."

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A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE.  

REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG, with the information of your muse,  including headcanons,  etc.  if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some others of your own !

NAME.  Dolores Andrea Miller NICKNAME(S).   Dolly, Doll ALIAS(ES).   – AGE.   Ummm? She stopped counting at 28. :) SPECIES.   Human GENDER.  Female ORIENTATION.   heterosexual ZODIAC.   Leo MORAL ALIGNMENT.   chaotic good ABILITIES / POWERS.   hell of a cook, sklled with her knife, not half bad with a gun either, can pick locks & jump start a car (eh, problem child), good with people (really, when she likes them or when she feels like it) INTERESTS.  reading, gardening, cooking, long walks FEARS.   loneliness, loss, blood (Only her own, doesn’t have a problem with other people bleeding. I mean, she does, but not in a I’m gonna be sick and faint now because I’m dying anyway way.) & spiders (yuck) GUILTY PLEASURES.   there’s nothing guilty about pleasures :p SPOKEN LANGUAGES.   english & spanish PROFESSION.   photographer, though she had done all kinds of jobs before she got there  BODY TYPE.   medium (i never know how to answer that) HEIGHT.   5.5 COLORS.   all shades of red  FRUITS.   oranges DRINKS.   coffee ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES?   beer SMOKES?   Sometimes DRIVERS LICENSE?   yes EVER BEEN ARRESTED?   noup

tagged by: @boltsandashes tagging:  anyone who wants to  

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Every shot of one Daryl Dixon instigating a snowball fight in 9x16 || The Storm

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Almost. It’s a big word for me. I feel it everywhere. Almost home. Almost happy. Almost changed. Almost, but not quite. Not yet. Soon, maybe.

Joan Bauer // Almost Home (via qvotable)